AN
Sorry for the delay, I had 3 exams coming up and I had to study like crazy -.-''
Anyway, I just wanted to thank everyone who follows the story, you're awesome :)
Chapter 4, here we go!
"Hey K, is everything alright?" Andrew inquired "You were in there for 20 minutes!"
"What? Oh, yeah, sorry, I don't feel really good."
Andrew looked disappointed "Woah, am I such a crappy date?"
Kurt gave him a faint smile "Of course not. I just think I might have a cold, that's all. I feel weak and I'd like to get some rest."
"Sure!" His date called the waitress and paid the bill "Come on, I'll get you home asap!" he said, speeding to the car.
"Remember that I want to come home on my feet and not under a white sheet, CSI style" Kurt joked, worryingly looking at the odometer.
Andrew put some music on, but didn't sing this time. Kurt is already sick, I'll only make him feel worse – he thought, chuckling.
"What's so funny?"
"I was about to start singing, when I realized that I'd probably make you feel sicker."
Kurt laughed "Don't worry, there's only one person that can make me feel better with singing." He said, before he could stop himself.
The driver stiffened a bit "Oh yeah? And who's that?"
Blaine. "My – my best friend Mercedes. She has an incredible voice, you should hear it, she sounds like Aretha and Whitney and…yeah, Mercedes' great."
Andrew looked relieved; Mercedes was a girl, so he had nothing to worry about, like some love struck ex boyfriend.
"Awesome! So, why don't you give her a call? With that and some light medical aid you'll feel better tomorrow, I'm sure."
Sure.
"I hope so."
They had reached the Hummels' driveway and Andrew seemed nervous. He was biting his lower lip, like he was trying not to say something.
"So…Kurt...I had a lot of fun this evening. I was hoping that you, you know, maybe you would…uhm…would you go out with me again?" There, he said it.
"Why not? – because you don't want him– Only if you let me choose the place, next time!" he laughed.
He looks so cute right now. Andrew thought. I really want to…
The driver leaned in for a kiss, but Kurt gave him a quick one on the cheek and got out of the car.
"Thanks for the good time! Good night!" he yelled, as he slammed his home's door behind him.
He tried to kiss me. And I pulled away.
He closed his eyes and rubbed them with two fingers.
"Kurt? Hey bro! I was waiting for you, how did it go?" Finn winked, smiling.
"It went okay, I guess. Why don't you warm up some milk and join me in the living room? I could use some brotherly talk."
There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away
from us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever...?
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us
"Okay, that's enough, Blaine. Put that guitar down or I'll smash it myself." Wes said, looking incredibly annoyed.
"Wes! – Jeff interjected – Blaine, buddy, why don't you come to play some Wii with us? You know, you could use a distraction."
The curly haired boy looked up, pinching the strings of his guitar.
"I wouldn't be distracted, so just…leave me here, alone."
Wes snatched his guitar "Would you stop it?"
"He's on a date, Wes. I called him and he said he was on a date and didn't want to see me and I…I screwed up and I can't –"
"Oh, and you think that staying secluded here, singing sad songs to a picture, will change things? – Blaine's head snapped and he opened his mouth to say something – NO. No, Anderson, that's enough. I'm thoroughly fed up with your depressing songs that make me want to drown you in the Dalton fountain. I can't see you like this anymore! You want Kurt to forgive you? You want Kurt? Then DO something about it or get over him."
Blaine was speechless.
Jeff tried to keep some kind of composure, but burst out laughing.
"Wes, I didn't know you could be so wise! – he imitated his stiff posture – 'Do something or get over him, Anderson! I'm Wes, but you can call me Dr Strangelove.' – he said, twirling his finger around imaginary moustache.
Both of his friends were looking weirdly at him, but the second their eyes met, they started laughing.
Blaine stood up "Ok, ok – he tried to say, still panting from laughter – I'll come with you, but only if we play Mario Kurt."
"You mean Mario K-A-rt…" Jeff had tears in his eyes from how hard he was laughing.
The lead Warbler's cheek turned bright red "Of course, Jeffrey." He said, narrowing his eyes.
The three of them laughed their way to Wes' room. David was with his girlfriend, so he was alone.
"You must be feeling lonely without Dave." Joked Blaine.
"Shut up, Romeo" his friend replied, throwing a pillow at him.
He set the game and they started playing.
"You know, Blaine, I was thinking that you should – WHO THREW A BANANA AT ME? – should make a plan to win Kurt back." Proposed Jeff.
Toad, the driver of Blaine's kart, fell into the dark abyss. Sort of.
"Uhm. Yeah. A plan sounds great."
It was on.